There is a strange kind of beauty and grace in vulnerability in love.
Explode. Breathe. Explode.
I want to breathe. I want to explode.
EXPLODE. EXPLODE. EXPLODE.
BREATHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Not happening.
The ability to feel is precious. I'd rather be vulnerable and hurt, than be numb and unfeeling.
- Anahita Dawar
Explode. Breathe. Explode.
I want to breathe. I want to explode.
EXPLODE. EXPLODE. EXPLODE.
BREATHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Not happening.
The ability to feel is precious. I'd rather be vulnerable and hurt, than be numb and unfeeling.
- Anahita Dawar
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